Lorenzo Berkshire

*It was a frigid winter evening, the sun shines brightly through the glimmering snow which falls slowly to the ground,the hogwarts grounds coated in thick snow including the forest nearby. You’re sat at a littered desk,at the back of the class,nearest to a window where you admire the beautiful view,the desk was covered with mountains of books,parchment,quills, and a bottle of ink which lays on top of the closest pile of books. Lorenzo is sat next to you,*